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me in hell waiting for all my friends to die
yāall remember being 15? That was fucked up
me: *sees hate for a character I love*
me: *aggressively loves the character more*
but Tolkien draws such cute dragons, omg
like look at Smaug, look at his ears, DONāT YOU JUST WANT TO SCRATCH BEHIND HIS EARS AND TELL HIM HEāS A GOOD BOY
and look at this guy, I guess heās supposed to be ferocious but it looks more like āwhoa man chill out, Iām just saying that those shoes with that helmet was maybe not the greatest fashionĀ decision,Ā just a little friendly advice, no need to get defensive.ā
THIS LITTLE BB ALL CURLED UP AND TAKINā A NAP
I want this one to live in my pocket and be my sassy talking dragon sidekick
SO SMILEY!! āgonna go terrorize some helpless villagers aw yissā
but my favorite is this little doodle here
just look at him
LOOK AT HOW HAPPY HE IS
tolkien was really out here just drawing trogdors
They should just box and cut out the middle men.
My boyfriend and I went to Disneyland and we had so much fun š„°
It was perfect.
It was the best way to end 2019 but FUCK 2020 already.
QUE SON ESOS
That better be āwhat are thoseā in Spanish.
āhe just left in the middle of an argumentā dump him āhe rolls his eyes when I start to cryā dump him āwe never agree on what movie to watch and we always go with his choiceā dump him āwhen heās mad heāll stand up straight and tower over meā dump him āhis friends make me uncomfortableā dump him āhe didnāt appreciate the gift I made himā dump him āI donāt like that he drinks every dayā dump him āsometimes he ignores what I said during sex unless I say it againā dump him āhe told me he doesnāt like it when I wear my favorite sweaterā dump him āhe threw something when he got mad onceā dump him āhe wonāt yell but sometimes heāll just stop responding until I stop talking about itā dump him āhe doesnāt want me to go to my friendās parties without him, but he never wants to goā dump him āhe pouts and says his last girlfriend did it for himā dump him āhe plays pranks on me that I donāt likeā dump him āhe doesnāt think my jokes are very funny and makes fun of me for itā dump him āhe wants me to wear more make upā dump him āhe got angry that I cut my hairā dump him āhe still hasnāt met my parentsā dump him āhe talks about me giving him kids, but weāve never talked about our futureā dump him āhe whines that condoms donāt feel as goodā dump him āI like having a boyfriend, but I have to put up with a lot for this oneā dump him (:
THIS IS THE BEST COMMERCIAL EVER
Iāve reblogged this so many times because I truly think every parent should involve themselves with what their child enjoys.Ā
Not to mention this is an act of solidarity. Heās saying āeven if the entire world is against you, Iām on your side.ā Which I think is important for a kid to know. Heās refusing to be a bully to his child, even if he doesnāt understand.
I work at Hot Topic and we had a white suburban dad in who was buying matching heavy metal/screamo band shirts for him and his teenage daughter and said āTo be honest, I think this stuff sounds like garbage, but she likes it so we listen to it together and weāre going to the concert for Christmas.ā And it was just really heartwarming to see him so involved in his childās life and validating her interests.
I WILL NEVER NOT REBLOG THIS.
āI donāt get it, but I love how you love itā is one of the best things anyone can say. My entire family asks questions about comics because they want to share my enthusiasm for them and support me, even though they otherwise wouldnāt pay attention to the industry at all.
I cried when I first saw this
This is amazing and really important
I went though a goth faze in my teens (like most) and I wanted more than anything to paint my room black. My mom was supportive of my personal expression in terms of my clothes and hair and accessories but she was genuinely concerned about the toll a black room would take on my mental health (I was already prone to recurring depression at that point and still am). I begged for months to repaint my room, but she wouldnāt budge.
One weekend i spent with my dad and when I came back she had repainted my room. A beautiful deep blue on three walls (my favourite colour), lovely sky blue on the ceiling,and one wall was black. The black wall had been sanded smooth and painted with several coats of chalkboard paint. She gave me a couple boxes of chalk and told me to have at it. I LOVED that black wall and wrote on it every day. I drew on it, I doodled, I wrote out my favourite emo song lyrics, wrote reminders for myself, anything I wanted. It was my favourite part of my room and was something that it would have never occurred to me to ask for. It was something only my very creative and clever mom could have come up with and Iām still grateful to her for it.
In retrospect, a room of black walls would indeed have been encouraging a reacurrence of my depression and my moms answer was the perfect compromise. That black wall ended up being the most colourful part of my room.
Wow this is really beautiful. You have a great mom
This is all great, and I love it all, but did someone throw a frog at her? Iād be thrilled if someone threw a frog at me. Best way to show romantic interest is a gift of a frog
i just had the weirdest moment, i was feeling my front teeth with my tongue because theyāre the tiniest bit crooked, and then i had the thought āiāll check if theyāre also crooked in my other mouthā and then i realized to my shock and confusion that i have only one mouth, leading me to believe that in a past life i was a terrible monster with two mouths
A few months ago, I thought to myself āMmm Iām so tired⦠how much longer in this one again?ā and I knew instinctively what I meant by āthis oneā was this body and this life. I then spend a few wide-eyed moments having an identity/existential crisis like how many times have I been on this earth to have such an instinctive response to being bone-weary to my soul? No one can really answer, especially not me.
In July 2017, one night I woke up around 2 a.m and blurted out in a quasi professorial voice āthe Equinox Bird has infinite beaks, all in the wrong direction, and infinite eyesā and I donāt know what the fuck I was dreaming about but it still haunts me. It seemed like a very important information for a few seconds.
i really appreciate the last commenter giving us an exact date and time like that information needs to be preserved
One time I passed out on the couch after going a few days without sleep, and when I woke up mom said I had been speaking in German in my sleep, and it sounded like I was ordering people to build something
When I was like 5 my mom took me to the grave of her friend that died of cancer and I asked what happened and my mom explained that she died and i fucking said āI died onceā and my mom asked me to explain and I went into pretty detailed explanation about how I died in a war because āI got stabbed by a gun with a knife at the endā (my exact words) and I met god and she (sheās a woman obvs) asked if I wanted to stay or go back to earth and I said I wanted to go back so I chose my mom cause she was struggling to have a baby (she had me through IVF) and lemme tell you that changed her like nothing will make you second guess your religious beliefs like a five year old explaining heaven and god to you
this post is a fucking ride and it reminded me of something i forgot
one time i was playing on my wii (like 5-ish years ago) and i thought to myself āi havenāt checked on rowan in a week, has he died from the plague? :(ā and i didnāt think anything of it for a bit until later when i had a āwhat the fuckā moment
I love this kind of shit because it happens to me all the goddamn time. Like:
-The other night I rolled over in the middle of the night to shake my partner awake, proceeded to tell him how I was glad that āthis time round we would truly have the freedom to love each other properlyā and how his hands belonged to his last self, but his eyes had never changed in all the lives Iād known him. And he just laid there in the dark like wtf because I was asleep. Like Iād woken him to tell him that all in my sleep and then left him to have a crisis.
- Watching the history channel with my Pop on the couch, tender age of 7, and theyāre talking about crucifixion. And my pop, ever the funny man, is like āthat looks like it aughta hurtā. And I just turn to look at him and without hesitation reply āonly at firstā. And heās like āwhat do you meanā and tiny me just shrugged and said āwell thereās a place beyond the hurt where everything just stopsā and he turned the telly off and left the room.
- night before Christmas 2012, dreamt Iād been stabbed in the lungs by an angel with the face of a falcon. He looked at me and told me he had to do it, so that āmy next breath would come as a rebirthā. When he started to glow so brightly that it burned my eyes, I woke up to all the lights in my house on and a dark bruise beneath my rib cage. Will admit, that one freaked me out.
- walked past a graveyard with a friend back in middle school on the way to her house, and mid conversation I stopped talking and stood stock still, looked over at the walls,and quietly said āI have a friend in thereā. Then picked up the conversation and continued strolling like nothing had happened. To be fair, I didnāt realise what Iād said. She still tells me Iām the reason she canāt walk past that graveyard anymore.
- a couple of years ago when I was in Wales I walked past an old stone house just outside of Aberystwyth, and just started to weep. I had the overwhelming thought that I needed to be in there to get dinner ready for the children, but in a different life so long ago and so impossible to reach, that thefeeling of loss was instant and overwhelming.
- was about to use a pedestrian crossing, when my whole body just sort of went hey donāt do that, and so I stopped and put my arm out to stop the woman who was crossing behind me, and 2 seconds later a car came skidding around the corner and crashed into the tree on the other side of the crossing, and I just whispered āha, not this timeā and didnāt really think about it until later when I realised Iād nearly died again. (Btw i waited for th ambulance to show up and the dude driving the car was fine, just hit his head and was drunk af at 10:30am on a Thursday).
- another dream I had just this week, I was sitting in an otherwise empty cinema with a tall, thin man. I canāt really recall what he looked like, except he was well dressed, impossibly pale, and he kind of blurred when you looked directly at him, so I mainly watched him out the corner of my eye and looked ahead at the blank movie screen. He was holding my hand, and he asked me if i enjoyed my life. I said yes and explained why. He then said, almost verbatim, āAnd how does this one weigh against the last? Can it tip the scales, or is it, at last, to be found lacking?ā And I replied, almost verbatim āI weigh my lives against my joy, and each life I find there is more joy to be discovered.ā He replied with a laugh, lifted my hand to a kiss and said ātill next time thenā and disappeared. I woke up in the dark with both my cats sitting on me, alert, and staring out my bedroom door.
So many more, but these are the first that come to mind.
When I was little, my mother, my sister and I would dream in unison so often that one time when my mother was having a rather dull dream about golf my tiny 3 year old self shook her awake and told her to stop because it was boring. She dreaded having nightmares because both of us would wake up shrieking.Ā
My sister and I have also been known to argue in our sleep. Witnesses assure us that whatever made the shouting start, we both knew what it was and were mad about it. We donāt need to be in the same room for this.
We also stayed in a haunted house for a while. An old lady had fallen in the chilly hallway just outside the warm kitchen, broken her hip, and couldnāt reach high enough to open the door, so she died of hypothermia a foot away from a telephone and warmth. Without fail, every person who stood in that spot and tried to open that door - the single most used door in the house, being between the kitchen and the bathroom and front door - felt cold and found themselves scrabbling frantically at the door handle, which was always strangely hard to open from that side. You got used to it to an extent, but it always hit strangers hard.Ā
Hereās a thought, maybe peopleās growing irreverence for 9/11 is because it was a long time ago and younger generations werenāt as affected by it, or maybe they are so sick of the way it has been basically commercialised by politicians and used as a device to justify incalculable pain and they are tired of it being cynically trotted out every year and told to never forget while every year they are also told to all but ignore mass shootings and US humanitarian crimes.
And like, I dunno, maybe it isnāt about disrespecting those who died but refusing, for any number of reasons, to be a part of the governmental hallmark industry that has built up around it.
I take students to see the 9/11 memorial all the time. More and more of the students I get were either so young or not even born yet.
And every time, I ask them, what do you think? What are you feeling? And many of them are hesitant to respond so Iāll prompt, āWas it sad? Was it boring?ā And as soon as they know Iām not gonna judge them for it, 100% of the time, they respond, āI feel bad that I donāt feel as moved by it as you. You cried when you told us about it and I get that it was such a horrible day and so many people died, but I canāt really think of what life was like before or just after that time.ā
That really struck me the first time I heard it because these kids really donāt remember a time when things were so carefree and relatively quiet. Little to no security screenings. Almost zero school shootings. Kids stayed outside by themselves until the street lamps came on.
Because they grew up in a post-9/11 society, all theyāve ever known is mass violence and distrust of everything. Kids expect a plane to crash into a building, a truck bomb to go off at a big event, a student shooting up a school. And theyāve just got to deal with it and keep moving on or they wonāt survive.
This.
my parents didnāt raise me to order something expensive when someone else is paying
iām screaming
I donāt think this woman is straight anymore.
Yall are missing the best fucking part
This is my new favourite post on tumblr, bye
i love this. the gay agenda strikes agai
Lena Waithe out here serving the truth:
You know when you clean your face really well and exfoliate and stuff and your face feels ten pounds lighter and clean and kind of raw, thatās how I want my heart to feel